Randy Orton, John Cena, & Triple H
November 25, 2013
“Are you okay, baby?”
John’s question to his boyfriend of almost ten years was answered by a rough, hacking cough. It sounded as if Randy was trying to spit up a lung. John winced at it, looking on sadly at the man covered from head to toe in wool blankets. Randy was the type that liked to appear tough at all times. He was, after all, a multiple time champion and extremely accomplished in his WWE career. Not to mention, he had the physique of a Greek god. With a temperature of 101, however, Randy was anything but tough. He’d been defeated by the fever, currently suffering from sweats and chills.
“I n-need to go t-to the g-gym!”
John frowned. “You can barely get out of bed, Randy. Maybe some other time, baby.”
“No,” he replied stubbornly. His teeth were chattering underneath the chills. “I’m g-going t-today!”
“Randy, you’re too sick. Here, let me make you some soup and bring you a couple of ginger ales,” John said. He stood up, but turned around and pointed his finger at Randy. “If you even attempt to get out of that bed, I’ll break both of your ankles.”
Randy coughed in response, trying to glare at John but it wasn’t really working. John went into the kitchen to get some soup warmed up. He was worried for his boyfriend. It wasn’t often that they came down with an illness; the worst that’d ever happened to either of them were their injuries. Randy blamed a child on the sickness, while John just wanted his “sweetie” to get better.
He stirred the soup, thinking of the very first time Randy had ever spent the night with him. John just moved into his new place after joining WWE, and all he had to eat at that time were canned goods and frozen things. Randy ragged on him for the entire weekend. It put a small smile on John’s face. Maybe a little chicken noodle soup would give Randy a few of those good memories too. Once the soup was done, he scooped it into a bowl and grabbed a few napkins, a spoon. He made a pit stop at the refrigerator and reached in for a Canada Dry. Randy was waiting for him in the bedroom, having pulled himself up to a sitting position. John sat right beside him and placed the soup carefully on his lap with the napkin underneath.
“Here you are,” John said quietly.
“T-thank you. You don’t have to d-do this,” he said, having a better handle on the shakes. With each spoonful of soup he swallowed, Randy seemed to be improving slightly more.
John smiled, cracking open the ginger ale for him. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. It’s all for you, baby.”
Once Randy was finished, John took the things back to the kitchen and returned to his side as quickly as possible. John climbed in bed with him, not caring at all whether or not he would catch what Randy had. Randy’s blue eyes widened in concern for John.
“John, baby, don’t get so close….”
John ignored those words. He wrapped his muscular arms around Randy’s waist and laid down with him.
“Nothing can keep me from cuddling up with my favorite person,” John said.
Randy smiled at him, still buried in his own blankets, but snuggling closer to John. “N-not even a… 101 degree temperature?”
John shook his head. “Not even that. I’m always wantin’ to be close to you, babe.”
Randy laid his head on John’s chest; the older man could feel Randy’s lips moving up and down in a smile.
“I got lucky. If you never walked in on me in the shower…”
John laughed and finished, “…then I would’ve never asked you out. But, I would’ve eventually. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“You’re trying to butter me up, Cena.”
“Yeah, so I can eat you later,” John teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Randy blushed. There wasn’t another man on this earth that could make him do that. “You’re such a tease… but I love you, John.”
“I love you too, Randy,” he whispered. He leaned in to kiss his forehead, cuddling Randy close. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll be right here with you.”
With a warm smile, Randy closed his eyes and fell into a dreamy slumber. John never once released his hold on the man.
~~Christine xx Sorry it’s so short, I tried to stretch it out as far as I could. The request wasn’t very detail oriented, but I hope you enjoy. :)
favorite CM Punk’s feuds: John Cena [3/6]